seventeen crows (朱) voice/action

[yourhatred]

[This afternoon finds one CHEERFUL(?) Itachi walking out of the grocery, a bright SMILE(?) on his face and a full bag in his arms. He's HUMMING(??) something under his breath, a light bounce to his step.

He pulls out his journal casually, sending an unfiltered message to his brother.]

Sasuke. Are you recovering well?

[All of this is, of course, completely out of character for the ninja and possibly disturbing to anyone familiar with him.]

Comments

[ action ]

[markofthebrave]

[Katara is heading towards the grocery store at the same time Itachi is exiting it, and she barely recognizes him. They hadn't really met when he was grown up, after all, and she's never seen a ninja besides Naruto smiling quite that bright.

..well. It's a small village. Katara couldn't hope to avoid him forever, and despite the horror of the story Shikamaru had told her, Itachi hadn't hurt anyone since he'd been here, meaning she could probably proceed.

And, quite uncharacteristically for her, instead of an instant overpowering righteous rage to temper her fear and demand a confrontation she feels more - indifferent? - towards the fact that she is about to have to walk right by him or run away.]

[ action ]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[Sharingan red eyes recognize the girl as she approaches, and Itachi's smile only gets wider.]

Hello, Katara-san. I haven't seen you in person for some time.

[ action ]

[markofthebrave]

[...that smile is kind of creepy, and she doesn't even know you, man. Apparently whatever effect she's under hasn't messed with her adrenaline.

How does she get out of this?

...okay, lying works.]

I'm sorry, do I know you?

[ action ]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

Oh, have you forgotten? That's all right.

[He bows his head slightly.] I am Uchiha Itachi.

[ action ]

[markofthebrave]

[So polite...

It's hard to credence Shikamaru's words when faced with this. But he wouldn't lie to her...]

Oh. You're much bigger. Have you been doing well?

[lostinmyway]

[Grune just so happens to be passing by as he comes out from the grocery store. Seeing him look so cheerful, she gives him a bright smile and a wave.]

Hello! Isn't it such a lovely day?

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

It is, actually.

[Itachi smiles right back.]

I don't think I'll keep myself cooped up at home this afternoon.

[lostinmyway]

[That makes Grune's smile grow.] Oh, are you going for a little walk today?

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

Something like that, possibly. Or work on my garden.

[lostinmyway]

[Oh, yes, Itachi has a garden!] How is your garden? Is it growing well?

[deathsdoctor]

[This icon. These keywords.

He though he would never see the day.

Don't mind him, Itachi. He's just going to STAAAARE. From up here on this roof.

And shiver slightly.

Hell just froze over, didn't it?]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[Don't worry, Law. He hasn't forgotten about you!

He might even stop by with dinner later.]

[deathsdoctor]

[... there is an experiment afoot, isn't there? It's just common sense, with everyone acting weird. Oh well, it'll all turn out well enough, he's sure. He's not affected and everyone else will get the insanity out of their systems sooner or later.

There is no suspicion of any dinner plans being plotted, not at all.

Actually no suspicion of anything as he watches from his rooftop, pleasant and smiling right back. No danger possibly coming at him, no looking underneath the underneath. Just a pleasant unconcernedness (and maybe a little bit of lingering lethargy... he slept beyond his norm today), and while things are just bizarre, nothing is provoking his threat sense.




All in all he's in a remarkably trusting mood.]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[Upon returning home, Itachi will immediately go about cooking what he'd procured from the grocers. All of their floor will soon be filled with the aroma of cooked vegetables.

There's steamed rice, soup, and cabbage rolls.

If Law doesn't come out himself, the ninja will bring it to his door.

With a bright smile.]

[deathsdoctor]

[And the smell will draw Law out of his apartment, fresh from an afternoon nap (it's a change, certainly, to need to sleep so much, but nothing is pegging him as terribly amiss. He's certainly been under enough stress lately to need it.), curious about who's running around on his floor and cooking. Not Orihara Izaya, the presence does not set off his instincts into a loathing fit by sheer proximity, and the movements don't sound like his anyway.

Blink. Blink.

That table looks like it's set up for two.]

Itachi?

[No Mister. Yes, he's a little surprised.]

[Voice | Filtered]

[sasukelogic.livejournal.com]

[Recovering? Yes. Well? Absolutely not. He feels like shit. He still isn't fit to leave his bed, and even though he is doing much better, he will not be happy about anything but a full recovery, thanks very much.

He is surprised to hear Itachi's voice over the journal, though. It's a pleasant surprise even, if it wasn't for the nagging feeling that something is off. Itachi hadn't even put up a filter? Sasuke will be fixing that.]

I'll live.

[Voice | Filtered]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

Of course you'll live. The healers here know how to do their jobs.

[He sounds far too pleasant as he says this, and the tone of his voice doesn't change as he goes on.]

I'll bring something by for you later. I picked up fresh tomatoes and everything.

[Voice | Filtered]

[sasukelogic.livejournal.com]

... Alright...

[While the promise of tomatoes and a visit isn't unpleasant or anything, there was most definitely something very, very off. There is a small pause before he continues.]

Any particular reason you're in such a good mood?

[Voice | Filtered]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

[Itachi pauses to give this some thought. Was there a reason?

...He doesn't really need a reason, does he?]

It's a beautiful day outside, is all. Hardly a time to be gloomy.

[Voice | Filtered]

[sasukelogic.livejournal.com]

[Maybe a better question would have been "what happened to your reasons not to be in such a good mood"? But Sasuke wouldn't push this. Bringing up that stuff wouldn't be easy even if he would have wanted to. Having it roll off his tongue like this felt impossible. Besides, it was obvious enough that Itachi wasn't quite himself, asking him why likely wouldn't give him an answer however he phrased it. If he had been feeling a bit better, maybe he would have felt more inclined to investigate, but as it was, he figured that if Itachi came over later, he would be able to tell then if something needed to be done, or if it was something to be worried about.]

If you say so.

So I'll... see you later? 

[Such a strange thing to say. Somehow it felt out of practice, or like it didn't belong to him in the first place.] 

accidental [voice]

[generalflirt]

Sasuke-kun?

[He hasn't been on the journals at all lately - really, he threw his book aside for a long while - but after a few odd run-ins with people in street already he decided it was okay to skim it. But that ends up recorded with a curious tone as he passes this one.

Another ninja maybe?? No that's too quick to assume]

[voice]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

Yes, my brother. Are you familiar with him?

[Goodness. Has he gone and made friends?]

[voice]

[generalflirt]

Eh, we've only spoken two or three times, actually.

[With a nervous laugh. That recorded? Well. Too late now]

[voice]

[yourhatred.livejournal.com]

I see.

He's not always the easiest to befriend.

[voice]

[generalflirt]

No, he didn't seem like it~ any tips, Onii-san?